I don’t know when, or who devised the “golf umbrella”. It’s a rather practical appurtenance. Can’t say I’ve used my umbrella much whilst golfing. But it played a significant role in my life when it came to a matter of the heart.
We had tickets to see a concert at Ravinia (a beloved outdoor music venue). Rain threatened in the distance. I grabbed my umbrella “just in case”.
We waited for the concert to begin. Raindrops began to splatter. Just a few at first, but they found strength in numbers. It was then that I unfurled my umbrella.
The thing about a golf umbrella is that it is optimally sized to shelter two. And so it came to pass (as the rain grew more enthusiastic), that I wrapped my arm around her waist, hoisted the umbrella high, and came to marvel how well her curves fit mine.
The rain fell from Heaven. I felt myself falling, too.
I will forever cherish that umbrella.
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